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    Telling me it's history
    has no effect on what I do
    Telling me I'm painful to see
    Won't keep my eyes off you
    Telling me it's not to be
    is throwing rocks at rubber;
    with you, I'll stick like glue
    Telling me that I'm telling you
    petty lies and sweet nothings
    doesn't make it true
    So don't you tell me anything, because
    You know by now that I talk more than I listen
    And we don't talk that much at all, not anymore.
    Oh, but you listen, yes you do, when I promise I'll do anything for you
    And you know that's a blank check, my dear:
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